You and Colby went to the same boarding school. You were never really into people, not since you were 4 when someone purposely broke your arm. You had a dark childhood, and Colby knew that. He was your best friend, you two were inseparable.

You were both 14, and you had a set uniform for school. A blue blazer and a black skirt for school, and a blue blazer and black trousers for boys.

Colby knew you the best, sometimes better than you knew yourself. He could tell when something was up, or if you were genuinely happy.